Matthew bought a little Timber Mirror Dinghy that was built in 1968.  The owners gave him some paperwork and when sifting

through, found some beautiful poems written by the previous owners. 

Soul Aweigh
 
An east’ly breeze is all I need,
To send by thoughts to sea,
Whether via the north or south,
The salt tang rouses me.

Some Viking spirit lingers on,
Within this ageing breast,
And stirs a youthful yearning,
To plane from crest to crest.

The tiller firmly grasped in hand,
The decks agleam with spray,
The sheets and sails ataunto,
And heaven is here to stay.

A friendly bark from ‘Captain Bligh’,
To trim or dry the dish,
Then back to dreaming for the crew,
As free as they could wish.

No petrol fumes to blight us,
No phones or twenty strings,
Just pure delight, with gulls in flight,
Above our canvas wings.

Then suddenly, I feel a nudge,
I’m not out on the bay!
“Your cup of tea is getting cold”….
My boat has sailed away.

   Written by Margaret Fitten